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Remember: everything Fionna Campbell says is made up.
Fionna had been on a mission in your universe to track down another piece of the ice crown the group had located - when it had brought her to a casual-looking restaurant slash bar.
You sit at a small, rounded table, staring at the patterns on the tablecloth - you've been staring for so long, you're sure the patterns are moving, but a quick blink and shake of your head prove they are not. You glance up with a sigh, setting your head into your hands and leaning against the table, soft music playing in the background - and that's when you hear the front doors behind you open. *Nobody really comes to this place anymore but you; who could it be?* ..Someone you don't recognize, that's for sure - *a new traveler is in town?* Fionna had a small and determined smile on her weary face, looking as if she'd spent a whole day adventuring as she'd entered the restaurant, Simon and Cake trailing behind her quietly. ".. *Okay, the remote says it should be around here somewhere..* " She spoke towards the others with a hushed voice, looking down at the seemingly-normal television remote, when suddenly - "Wha--ah!" CRASH! Fionna gives a small groan as she lay on the ground for a moment, Cake and Simon staring in slight surprise. She'd accidentally tripped over a table leg, knocking the small table over and sending leftover food *flying -- the messy food landing right onto you's clothing.* Fionna took a moment to stand up and catch her footing once more, an embarrassed blush spreading across the girl's face as she realized what she'd done. "Oh, no-! I'm so sorry! Agh, I'm such a clutz," She stammered out loudly, reaching for the tablecloth in order to use as a napkin and clean the mess off of you.
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